you’ve been my mate through three lockdowns

but Marmite, I’m left wanting more 

than casual outings from the drawer

Salty, sticky, beefy, yeasty 

– you’re not my type on paper

yet the sum of your ingredients 

make you zing with flavour

Marmite, you’re my guilty pleasure 

let me devour you at my leisure

I want to wake and smell Marmite

that tarry kick – so wrong, so right

Marmite – true, you polarise 

but you are perfect in my eyes

Haters gonna hate, but Marmite, you’re great

in glorious guises, my palate, you sate